Immortal Eve – IV (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1Her eyes were not of amethyst,Her teeth were not of pearl.Human all over, laughing, crying,Shrewd, simple, just a girl!Cheerful at ...
Manmohan Ghose Poems on World (13 Poems)
Immortal Eve – I (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1I the first man, the majestyOf creatures, Time's tall birth,Spring at God's finger-touch erect,Glorying upon earth.Above me the blue solemn ...
Immortal Eve – III (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1Peace, clamorous trumpets! Silence, drums!Be breathless all and hush!Let die applause. My lady comes,My lady of the blush.She's bashfuller than ...
Immortal Eve – II (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
1Dear, could the wise creator makeMe, nor imagine you,When from his wisdom's awful breathI came like trembling dew,You under my ...
The Black Swallow-Tail Butterfly (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
Beautiful dancer upon the wind of the life in thy flutteringwings,O mingle of breeze and sunlight, whose glancing gaietysingsOf the ...
Butterfly And Honey-Bee (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
Who painted thy wings for a vision, a pageant of summer,Butterfly gay?Who made thee, thou hovering silence for ever at ...
Song Of Britannia (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
Muse, who art quick to fireAt the least noble thing,And frankest praise to bringUpon the quivering lyre,Why art thou slow ...
Raymond And Ida (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
Raymond.earest, that sit'st in dreams, Through the window look, this way.How changed and desolate seemsThe world, Ida, to-day!Heavy and low the ...
Baby (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
Baby dear! and shall we sever?All your ownMother is, and yours alone.Father goes; he cares not, he;Comes and now from ...
The Lonely Road (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
IFor your blithe step I sighGone on the road before me;For your warm hand I cryOn life's path rough and ...
An Elegy (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
Nor spring, nor bloom, nor freshness! O come thou!Bloom, verdure, springtime, all things, call thee now.Not of the moon so ...
“‘Tis my twentieth year: dim, now, youth stretches behind me;” (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
'Tis my twentieth year: dim, now, youth stretches behind me; Breaking fresh at my feet, lies, like an ocean, the world. And ...
To His Mother (Manmohan Ghose Poems)
Augustest! dearest! whom no thought can trace,Name murmuring out of birth's infinity,Mother! like heaven's great face is thy sweet face,Stupendous ...